Last night, I watched the launch night of Celebrity Big Brother. It was the first episode I saw and it will be the last. What a pile of excrement it was. As each of the primarily American ‘celebrities’ were unveiled, I turned to Claire to ask who they were, as I had never seen or heard of them. Some of the time my fiancée had heard of the z-lister, sometimes she was as oblivious as me.

One of the few fame-chasers I did recognise was the vile Katie Hopkins – the woman famous for spouting venom at everybody and anybody, while causing those who read about her petty vernal attacks to suffer severe bouts of fake outrage. If everyone just ignored Britain’s most hated female, her career would dry up and she would disappear. Those that get angry at what she writes and says are just fuelling her career and ego.

The other housemate I recognised was Keith Chegwin, who I remember from watching on The Big Breakfast as a child, and getting his clothes off on Channel 5. Compared to Hopkins and his fellow self-proclaimed celebrities, he appears to be the most respectable person in the house.

Everyone else was as close to being famous as me. I mean, if the man who played the on-screen son of David Hasselhoff, some 25 years ago on Baywatch, can be considered a superstar, why can’t I go on Celebrity Big Brother for writing this blog for almost 11 years?

Let’s just say, I won’t be watching anymore of the series – unless The Wealdstone Raider gets called up to take part.

President Blairs may have only departed Downing Street a few hours ago, and his wife’s hairs may still be in the plughole of the bath, but it’s clear that all us Brits have forgotten about him already. According to BBC News, more people in the UK care that ex-Celebrity Big Brother contestants, Preston and Chantelle, have split up than the fact Blair has a new job – (ironically) as a peace keeper in Iraq.

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